I got a nine in my hand but it's direction is undetermined,
this situation ain't planned, it was an unexpected scuffle/skirmish,
one breath will turn this, fury into a mournful grave,
but these niggas wanna be thugs, so slugs point em to their grave/
no lives coulda been saved, just AK's pointed and sprayed,
it ain't my decision to kill you, the dice rolled snake eyes when you played/
now the choice is mine, once again back to the nine,
hand shaking and sweating, causin priceless lives time,
fires shells straight up in an effort to scatter the crowd,
but the tactic didn't work, instead now they screamin loud,
one bullet left but a whole gang to disassemble,
aim for the leader and unload into in his left temple,

blood splatters and jaws drop, cryin women callin cops,
this is what happens on the streets when all of the ballin stops,
one man dead, his life captured by my instincts,
the sound of him moanin and blood drippin is distinct,
pick up his lifeless body, appalled by my own actions,
thought it would save me, instead there's no satisfaction,
but suddenly movement, but not from the body, instead the head,
and what falls into my hand is a bullet from which he blead,
no bread, butter, or biscuits will feed this man's hunger anymore,
it's as if he went to the homeless shelter but instead they closed the door,
five full minutes is all it took to kill this young man,
this is what happens when I get a bullet in my hand......